Forbidden

I went in to get my phone and found him there, silent, looking at me in that way that said he knew exactly what it meant.

Marcos said it without beating around the bush in that café: he wanted to leave everything and be with Valeria. What happened last night was too real to pretend it didn’t.

When I asked her to open her legs a little and the guy in the back couldn’t stop staring, I knew that fantasy was only the beginning.

Everyone was sleeping a few feet away when I leaned against the cold patio wall. That night, my brother-in-law would do something to me no man had managed before.

Rodrigo knew stealing his own son’s wife was unforgivable. But when Valentina first looked him in the eye, he understood there was no turning back.

We were doing crunches and then I saw him. He wasn’t my son in that moment, he was a man. And that thought haunted me for days.

The house was empty and I had all the time in the world. I never imagined that looking for a charger would lead me to my father’s and stepmother’s secret life.

The professor stopped under the trees and slipped his hand under my skirt. It was the first time someone had touched me like that, and I didn’t want him to stop.

I went to drop off a package for my mother-in-law and ended up with my hands on something that wasn’t her ankle. I can’t regret a thing.

She entered the confessional to talk about her dreams. When she left the sacristy, she was no longer the same. Eighteen years old, she had just discovered what her body had been asking for months.

When Valeria asked, “When do we start?” with that smile, I knew the night would have no turning back. And I no longer wanted it to.

I asked him to meet me outside the clinic as if we were going to have a quiet talk. I didn’t tell him I wouldn’t be alone—or that the sidewalk was perfectly visible from the second floor.

I spent the night unable to sleep, phone in hand, waiting for her call. I had staked everything on that letter, and I didn’t know if I had lost it all.

I’d spent days with that fantasy spinning in my head. When Héctor showed up at the empty court, I knew the night would end differently.

She was 59, blonde, with curves that made no apologies. I was her favorite nephew, and for days I’d been glancing at her sideways, unable to stop.

When my son-in-law walked in that afternoon and saw who I was with, I knew my life would change. I had no idea he would come back three weeks later to collect my silence in my own bed.

I saw him come out of the bathroom with the towel at his waist, and everything changed in an instant: I stopped seeing him as my son and started planning how to make him want me.

That morning Mateo told me something was wrong down there, and without knowing it, he began the quietest and hardest week of my adult life.

The living room camera switched on just as she crossed her legs on the sofa. I only had to watch and wait for my turn.

She came home from the hospital with both arms in plaster up to the elbows. And I discovered, watching how she depended on me, how little I knew how to look at my own mother.